At last arrives my silvery peace, that elusive twinkle I barely remember. This, told to me by my spinning brain and quiet calendar, is the first moment of real, genuine, and deep peace I have had for over 10 weeks, as we have begun our journey of caring for my mother in her affliction with Alzheimer’s. These are the flowers which adorned her father’s grave just last week, only a few short days ago.

I say, when peace taps lightly upon this door, yes, I say yes, Friend, please come inside. Make yourself at home (every day for the rest of our lives. )